SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Reading edition
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty black-birds, Baked in a pie
When the pie was open'd The birds began to sing
Was'nt that a dainty dish To set before the King?
The King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money.
The Queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes;
There came a little blackbird, And nipp'd off her nose.
